I stole a candy bar from the store when I was 7 (they cost 5 cents retail back then). Got caught by my Mom.
My Dad ‘whupped’ my posterior when he found out about it; my 25 cent a week allowance was suspended for three months. They made me go confess to the store owner, pay for the candy bar and volunteer to work three hours a day on Saturdays for a month cleaning up around the store “Just so I’d learn my lesson”.
Apparently the lesson I should have learned, at least by today’s standards is: If you are going to steal, steal BIG.
Apparently the lesson I should have learned, at least by today’s standards is: If you are going to steal, steal BIG.
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She should have marched your sorry rump off to hedge fund school!
I always thought my Mother had done me a big favor by sending me back to the drug store on the corner with a nickel for the charm pop that I stole. Having to face Ed the druggist and telling him I stole from has pretty much kept me honest for life. I see now we would have been much better off if she sent me back to steal more and we could have sold them on the corner outside to store for $.03.
Who says crime doesn’t pay?
A variation on the rule that if you're going to owe money, owe a large enough sum that any default becomes the bank's problem LOL